ARTICLES:
BAM!
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled
dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a
horrible vermin.
He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head
a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and
divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly
able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
POW!
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of
the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's
happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a
proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully
between its four familiar walls.
KABOOOOM!
A collection of textile samples lay spread
out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman -
and above it there hung a picture that he had recently
cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice,
gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat
and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that
covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor
then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
Drops
He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head
a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and
divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was
hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any
moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size
of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.
"What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small,
lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.